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Who is this man I show myself a picture of the man who could never be who I need to be and who I need to be is not who I am to be It's me I show a picture of the mouth of a gun that shot the idea that I could never be this idea without the idea of my own ideas But guns don't shoot I do It's strange how the word lost its meaning once it was said too many times much like that idea I have no quarrels with myself so why do I wish to **** myself with these... I don't I have no quarrels so these ideas are only that ideas
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
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Who is this man I show myself a picture of the man who could never be who I need to be and who I need to be is not who I am to be It's me I show a picture of the mouth of a gun that shot the idea that I could never be this idea without the idea of my own ideas But guns don't shoot I do It's strange how the word lost its meaning once it was said too many times much like that idea I have no quarrels with myself so why do I wish to **** myself with these... I don't I have no quarrels so these ideas are only that ideas
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
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